Kingdom of Ash

world. A missing army, who had wasted no
time launching themselves at Morath. As if
they knew precisely where and how to strike.
As if they had been summoned from the
ancient myths of the North.
Nesryn alit on the blood-soaked city walls,
watching the rukhin and allied witches chase
the Ironteeth toward the horizon. She would
have been with them, were it not for the claw-
marks surrounding Salkhi’s eye. For the
blood.
She had barely the breath to scream for a
healer as she dismounted.
Barely the breath to unsaddle the ruk,
murmuring to the bird as she did. So much
blood, the gouging lines from the ilken sentry
deep. No sheen of poison, but—
“Are you hurt?” Sartaq. The prince’s eyes
were wide, his face bloodied, as he scanned
her from head to toe. Behind him, Kadara